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Celaid ned laer - lights in the summer (Sindarin)

Submitted by Naruvir on July 19th, 2010
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What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Poetry

Naruvir is often heard singing and reciting old poetry amid her own natural novelty, and this is no exception. Every wordplay offers a fair insight to her playful and youthful mind. She sang the following by the feet of a waterfall:

Amorith's poetry. The waiting time...

Submitted by Amorith on July 19th, 2010
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What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Poetry

to long I have been away from you..
against our will we have been apart..
for you is all about following orders..
for me is a test of handling the unknowned.

I never thought I would feel such despair.
it feels I have been left alone and not beeing seen..
so many questions, that no one can answer..
Is like silent screams that noone can hear..

Kinship/Band link: 
Vanimar

Amorith's poetry. The little things...

Submitted by Amorith on July 19th, 2010
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What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Poetry

 

I am  prepared to face the shadows that approaching us..
I am ready to give myself to this war..
I am aware of the state this world are heading.
And I forsee nothing will be the same as before..

I will not dwell to much of stories and legends.
Or try to understand the acts of those kings..
It will not help me, when I face the enemy.
nor give me strength when I lift my sword.

Kinship/Band link: 
Vanimar

an ill fated hunt

Submitted by Olwing on July 19th, 2010
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What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Diary
I was soaked to the skin, he lost his bow. All because of a fool's argument over whether he or I should be the first to jump a stream. I was quite correct, of course, but he would deliberately choose otherwise. And now look at us, all my clothing spread out before the fire and both of us cold and cross under the fur and nothing to show for the hunt. No white susi, whatever it is.

Walks and Talks

Submitted by Lieve on July 18th, 2010
What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story
Standing in her accustomed place and playing her harp once again, Lieve waited for Haldrid to come to the Pony. He did eventually and asked if she would walk with him. This time they went to a garden.

An Ode to the Lady Anglarien - from a secret admirer

Submitted by Inanneth on July 18th, 2010
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What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Poetry
In all the tales of all the years Never since has one appeared Her beauty alone will bring a tear The lady Anglarien. Modest of virtue and fair of face She moves with all the Eldar’s grace Ne’er in my heart would one replace The dear Anglarien. But that fair tongue doth have a sting And to my surprise her legs would swing Around the pole while crowds did sing Oh my, Anglarien! But that just made my heart grow fonder And as I sit I see her yonder Oh, I cannot help but ponder Be mine, Anglarien? I do not mind your easy ways And would love to pass my days Watching as your hips do sway
Kinship/Band link: 
Vanimar

Laiquendi

Kinship Type: 
Elven
Kinship Status: 
Active and recruiting
Background: 

Alae lasto!

Eothric

Eothric, Son of Eorcanstan
Race: 
Man

Eorcanstan Page Image 1

Submitted by Eorcanstan on July 18th, 2010
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Artwork: Artscreen

A Completed Set

Submitted by Eacanwyn on July 17th, 2010
What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story

   Jenn lay the quill down upon the table as she heard the sound of footsteps on the stone flags behind her. The wet ink gathered at the tip of the nib, coalescing into a small drip before falling down to splatter atop the wooden surface but she paid it no mind, instead turning to see who had come to disturb her writing this time.

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